Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Names,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.